Trophies - Beat

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Look, look

Look, CC the baggage, Ricky the glasses

I'm back in the mood, I'm back on they asses

I'm teachin' them classes, these bitches fu'

I cannot bust down no Cartier, that's a starter watch

Hoes can't talk jewelry with me

Ain't got the shit that my daughter got

Gotta call me Bugatti Bardi, this shit look like an Autobot

I do not call the cops, it's— on all the opps

This summer, we pushin' up with the good bodies and the good watches

And we poppin' big shit, ain't nothin' a ho gon' do about it

Ooh, they ain't tell you you look busted, baby, they some bad friends

I could pop up in the hood because I'm really tapped in

Whole career is downhill like the slopes in Aspen

Those numbers ain't addin' up, I mean, the math ain't mathin'

All bad bitches need trophies

Hoes be real-life losers

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hatin' hoes make excuses

Very much paid, I'm very much it

Very much, bitch, I do this

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hatin' hoes make excuses

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I don't wanna hear excuses

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I don't wanna hear excuses

They don't give back, they don't perform

Bitches be real-life losers

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hatin' hoes make excuses

Look, these bitches shaped like turkeys, all my hoes got Birkies

Sticks and stones, we break bones, all my knocks hold thirties

I'm the reason the events be soupin'

I told 'em wanna stack them Cubans

And I'm like, ho, what happened? That's my bop they jackin'

Bitches tried to gaslight me, now I'm back with kerosene

Bitches be ill, aged like milk, ooh, it's a dairy queen

Big shark boots, I'm cute, every day look like a shoot

These bitches been out of shape, I mean, hoes really obtuse

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I don't wanna hear excuses

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I don't wanna hear excuses

New AP, my trophy

I told you hoes I do this

Real bitches make shit happen

Hatin' hoes make excuses

Look, bitches wack, when Cardi is back, they taking place again

Bitches sick, bitches got germs, I cannot play with them

Shopping bag, I'm back outside, I'm in they face again

They online, they talking crazy, nurse, she escaped again

One, two, three, four, five, I'm the baddest bitch alive

Hop up out the whip, I get a bunch of oohs and aahs

I could make a nigga rich, I could get a nigga robbed

If it's beef, we got sticks, I could get you shish kebab'd

Bitches ain't got no trophies

Hoes be real-life losers

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hatin' hoes make excuses

Very much paid, I'm very much it

Very much, bitch, I do this

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hatin' hoes make excuses

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I don't wanna hear excuses

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I don't wanna hear excuses

They don't give back, they don't perform

Bitches be real-life losers

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hatin' hoes make excuses

It's your girl, Cardi motherfuckin' B, bitch

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Man, suck my dick, huh